Case #4538240. Subject: Mohegan, Grey. Location: Houston, Texas.
While the success of the Amendment ensured that romantic relations between human and liminals could now develop freely, it is important to note that other changes in human society came about because of the success of the Kurusu experiment. As liminals began to integrate themselves deeper and deeper into the fabric of everyday human life, it was proposed that those who wished to do so, could become full fledged citizens of their host countries.
This of course generated debate between those who supported the idea of liminal societies legally belonging to the nation in which they inhabitied, and those who argued that liminals should remain politically independent of humans, or be allowed a degree of political autonomy in which domestic affairs where under their control but they followed the international policies of their host country.
While this debate is still ongoing, some liminals have nevertheless sought to deepen their connections with the human world by becoming legal citizens of their chosen human countries, forgoing most of the special diplomatic privileges that they had once enjoyed during their tenure as liminal representatives.
In order to best showcase this, I have enclosed the following account of one such liminal who not only became a legal citizen of the United States of America, but also became a proud member of the United States Military.
His experience, of which we have enclosed snippets of his personal account, from his time in Army Boot Camp to his first deployment, showcases the current success of allowing liminal species to interact with humanity, while also showing that romantic relationships are not the only thing to come about since the signing of the Kurusu Amendment.
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March 19th 2017th
Today was the day when I left behind the comforts of civilian life and entered the hell that was military boot camp. It was a heady feeling to be honest, going from a liminal exchange student from the Rockies to a becoming not only a full fledged citizen of the United States of America but also a proud member of its armed forces, but I was confident I could meet the challenge no matter what obstacles were placed in my path.
I was also happy to see that I was not the only liminal to have had this thought, though I was somewhat saddened by the knowledge that for the time being the Army would be practicing a policy of segregation until the political situation had smoothed out, but it was soon made apparent to me that the 1st Liminal Platoon would be doing training that few humans could ever hope to with stand.
For starters, the unit was comprised of various species that were well known for their strength and endurance. In addition to myself, their was also 3 Kobolds, an Orc, a rather tough looking Oni, a Lizard man, a Cyclops, and some type of Spiderwoman that had her non human parts coming out of her back. And if that wasn't enough, our drill instructor, who I admit expected to look like that screaming sergeant from Full Metal Jacket, was in fact a nearly flat chested female Centaur with a crew cut hair style and an expression that clearly stated she would have no trouble stomping us into the ground if we did something stupid.
She was also the one responsible for giving the platoon the nicknames that we would henceforth be known by while we completed basic training.
The Kobolds were called Mutt 1, 2, and 3. The Orc was given the handle Sausage gut. The Oni was named Big Red. The Lizard man was called Scales. The Cyclops got the unimaginative name One Eye. While the Jorōgumo got the name Spider Bitch.
As for me, I was given the name Snuffles thanks to my failure to hold back a sneeze.
Anyway, suffice to say that the rumors about Centaur women being hardasses are grossly inaccurate, for Drill Sergeant Hebor was in fact not a hardass, she was a full out sadist.
I won't go into much detail since I only have a few minutes left before lights out, but suffice to say that I have never run for so long while carrying so much weight before in my life.
Hopefully, things will get better as my body toughens up.
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April 17th.
Finally, after weeks of some of the most intense physically training that I have ever done in my life, Drill Sergeant Hebor has decided that the 1st Liminal Platoon is now ready to learn how to fire a weapon.
We had spent the last week getting to know the various characteristics of the M16A2 rifle, which of course involved learning how to clean it and put it back together after disassembling it, all to prepare us for the day in which we would be finally allowed to fire a piece of military hardware.
Of course due to the various body types of the squad, it was soon made apparent that some other weapon other than the army's standard rifle would be needed, especially since Big Red and Sausage Gut managed to accidentally break their rifles, DS Hebor was not happy bout that. And though she screamed at us for potentially mucking up our future unit's logistical situation, by the end of the day, we were assigned weapons that more or less suited our individual needs.
Both me and the Mutts got M4 Carbines with Silencers due to our sensitive ears. Both One Eye and Spider Bitch got a Barret XM500 Sniper Rifle because of their unique eyesight, seriously, it was scary how SB noticed every single detail while OE didn't even need a sniper scope to hit the shooting range's fartherest target. Sausage Guts was given a M2 Browning Machine Gun. And Big Red was given a M60. The only one whose body allowed them to use the standard rifle in any efficient was Scales, so she was the only one without a specialized weapon, but from what I could tell, she was happy with it since she didn't have learn different techniques of how to maintain her weapon.
Of course once we got on the firing range, Hebor just shouted abuse at us. For not only were we wasting Uncle Sam's time money by delaying our weapons training by about an hour, but we were wasting valuable cartridges as we proved we had a long way to go before we had a chance at 'hitting a barn door'. The only one who showed any improvement at the end of the day was One Eye, and that was only because her shots at least managed to get near the center of our target, while the rest of us were lucky to hit the edges of it, though neither Sausage Guts or Big Red seemed to care since they seemed perfectly content with just wasting ammo.
Still, it was an exciting first day of weapons training, and I'm confident with a little bit more time, and lot more training, we will eventually be able to prove ourselfs worthy of being members of the United States Army.
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June 4th
Today is the day.
11 weeks of having to put up with early morning drills, crappy food, and an abusive woman has all led to this.
For on this day, I have finally completed my basic training, and can now consider myself a solider of the United States Army. Of course I have to go through more advanced courses for my selected service branch, I've chosen to go to Infantry School like the majority of my squad mates, Spider Bitch and One have decided to attend Sniper School, but for now, I can take pride in my accomplishments.
Of course since we were the first Liminal recruits to graduate from U.S.A. Basic Training, Sergeant Hebor didn't count because she was on loan from the Greek Centaurian Armed Forces, their was a lot of publicity, and to be honest, I was kinda of embarrassed about it.
For thanks to the unique body types of our platoon, not to mention the mix of weapons we use, the platoon looks more like a cut out from sci-fi fic rather than a real military unit.
Still, at least the crowd seemed to like us, though I wish my little sister's hadn't made that ridiculous banner. I love them and everything, but someone should have told them that a Army Graduation ceremony is not the proper place for a picture of a boat and airplane. Wrong service entirely.
Anyways, I have a week until I ship off to Infantry School, and after that, I have my first deployment to look forward to.
Should be fun.
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For security reasons, the exact location of Corporal Mohegan's deployment will remain classified. Also his description of the climate has also been stricken.
March 12th 2018
You know its funny.
Despite being in the United State's Infantry, I would have thought that their would be more walking involve. But when me and my squad aren't patrolling the streets or sweeping through the country side in search of insurgents, we always move from place to place in a trio of MTVRs (ie. Medium Tactical Vehicle Replacement).
Not that I'm complaining mind you. The weather in this country sucks, from the - to the -, so its nice to have a form of transportation that for the most part keeps us at a normal temperature. The only one who doesn't complain about the weather is Private Anagos (a Greek born Satyr) but that might be because he largely keeps to himself and only speaks when the situation calls for it.
Oh well, I have to put up with the averse weather conditions for another 3 months, then I can get the hell out of N- - and get back to the States for a short while the Army decides whether or not it wants to deploy me else where.
At least leave in S- - is fun. Though I admit that their tendency to cook things live is a little bit disturbing, though the taste is wonderful. Must remember to tell mom about that fish recipe I came across during my last furlough.
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July 7th 2018
You know something? It's good to be home.
I can sleep in past 7am. I don't have to share a room with a bunch of snoring liminals. And best of all, I now wake up every morning to my mom's cooking.
What the Army gives you when your on base is fine, especially when you need to compensate for the lack of sleep by eating as much as you want, but in my mind, nothing beats my mother's buttermilk pancakes with mountains of bacon, sausage, and ham to add a bit of saltiness to the heavenly fried dough.
Of course I have to put up with my little brothers and sisters asking me what the War was like, not that it was much of a war, more like heavy duty police work, but it was a small price to pay for my temporary return to civilian like.
I was quite lucky actually come to think of it. While my unit was involved in more than one fire fight, none of my friends and squad mates were killed, and apart from suffering some bullet wounds to the shoulder, got a nice scar out of it that I'm sure will impress the ladies, our injuries largely consisted of blisters and bruises. Can hardly imagine would it would be like if the enemy's weapons industry was still intact, but not going to complain.
But for now, I'm just gonna enjoy the comforts of civilian life, maybe go into town and see if any bitches (i.e. Inugami term for females) express an interest in getting to know a liminal combat veteran, before my superiors decide to send me off to my next overseas deployment.
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The Japanese Human and Liminal Relations Department wishes to express their admiration for what Corporal Mohegan's actions, not only for only becoming a serving member of the United Sates Military, but also by demonstrating that liminal kind possesses the same determination that humans do when it comes to serving their country.
And while their are still bumps in the road, it is safe to say that the integration of Liminals in human society is progressing nicely.
From the desk of Kuroko Smith
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And that's I.
Hopefully you all enjoyed that, despite the lack of pairings lol. But thought that it would be interesting to see how the Cultural Exchange effects other aspects of society, not just from the viewpoint of Romantic Relationships.
I Greatly admire and respect the men and women of the United States Military, as well as the members of my own countries Armed Forces...and have been meaning to do a story of this nature for some time.
Pleased to see that this story is well received by the readers :) Keep Reviewing XD
And will update this story (as well as my first work Daily Life with Xenomorph) as soon as I can.
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PS. For those flamers that use the name Guest...whose comments have been deleted due to their less than polite comments about my portrayl of the dark side of religious bigotry/extremism...perhaps if I did a story that paints Islam in a bad light that would meet their approval XD
Ahhh but can't please everyone :)...Can only do what the Media does and that's ignore those who don't agree with my view point lol.